In the midst of Javier lecturing Warren or whatever, Red decided to walk off towards the exit and actually do her job as a scout by scouting up ahead with a quick salute to the others, letting them know she was leaving. The hallway that led to the exit stairs was blocked by a waist-high security gate; the kind you put the ticket in to open. Seeing as Red was lacking a ticket and had full function of her limbs, she easily vaulted the gates, feeling a twinge rebellious.
There was a whir of a motor as H.O.W.A.R.D. quickly sped up, coming into sight behind Red. It beeped suddenly as it ran into the waist-high security gate, all of that high grade technology a waste when it came to something easily traversible. A sad toned note came from the bot as it displayed a message on its side. "Warren sends his greetings. HELP PLEASE. ERROR."
Red grinned and made a "tsk" sound, picking up the robot. Being made of metal, it was about as heavy as a full-sized bicycle, but she brought it over to her side of the gate with ease.
"THANK YOU." It beeped once more.
The hallway itself was rather empty, save for a newspaper lying on the floor and a vending machine that was smashed into and looted. A shame, as Red could've went for a bag of pretzels.
The stairs managed to be more easily tackled by the robot, due to it's legged design. While gates and fences were a challenge, it was probably good that Warren managed to design it to take on something as ubiquitous as stairs. As the scouting duo headed up the stairs and into the crisp air that Red couldn't smell through the stuffy respirator she was wearing, she finally got to take in the ruins that New York had become.
It was a hauntingly beautiful sight.
While every building still stood, every tower standing high into the sky, there was definitely something wrong. The streets were empty of people. No one. Cars were piled up with no passengers to drive them. Trash was building up. The silence was deafening until a nearby gunshot, followed by the barking of dogs interupted the duo standing at the exit.
"Shit!" Red cursed, almost throwing herself back down several steps to take cover, just barely peeking over the top step with her rifle. Another shot came. One of the dogs let out a whimper as it died, the other's barking even louder. Suddenly, around the intersection they came. A rabid pack of them, ten in total. They ran, oblivious to Red and the robot, only interested in getting away.
"Did you hit one?" Called a voice. "Yeah! I think. Got it right in the chest. I wonder how it's gonna taste. You think it'll taste like chicken?" came the other voice, a hint of amusement along with the raspy tone. "They don't all taste like chicken. Why does everyone think it tastes like chicken?"
Red pulled up her binoculars to try and get a look at the two people as they came around the corner, being able to get a nice, clear view even from this distance due to her steady hand and the very expensive viewfinder.
They waded around the pileup of cars, coming into view. Two men, one held a rifle and the other a pistol. Even through the binos, they appeared dirty and tattered. The only clean on them was the white masks they wore, covering their mouths and noses. They stopped at the corpse of the dog, one of them bending over and poking it with his rifle. "We should hurry, someone must've heard that shot. They'll want our dog."
"Wait, what's that thing?" one of them said, noticing Howard sitting in plain view obediently.
"You are a terrible stealth companion!" Red whispered angrily towards Howie.
"SORRY."
One of them slowly started walking over to the robot, not really sure what it was. "Some kinda robbit thing. Aren't they supposed to fly or something? Drone thingies."
Red stood up from the staircase, coming into view with her rifle raised at the man. "No, he doesn't fly, and stay away from him; he's military property."
The man gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing as he caught the sight of Red's shiny DMR and outfit. "Military?" He suddenly looked a bit angry. "Why're you here!? Government bloody abandoned us. I don't care if you got fancy training. Things are different in here. 'at gun'a yours is worth more than you are."
"I'll keep that in mind when I decide to buy a car while I'm here, thanks," Red replied. "Now take your pet dog and crawl back into your hidey hole to enjoy lunch, we'll not bother you if you do."
The other man with the pistol looked at Rifle. Then back at Red. "Why should we trust you? Government bloody abandoned us, and now you're here for some reason. You ain't gonna help us."
"Because I haven't blown your heads off yet. If we planned on killing civilians, we would have just carpet bombed the place. I may not be here for relief efforts, but it's important business. You've seen Top Gun, right? 'I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you?' It's like that, so go home already."
"Give us your gun. We outnumber you."
Howard beeped aggressively. "Howie, leg," was all Miranda commanded.
The lower caliber gun mounted on Howard fired as his sensors locked onto the man. Its reactions were faster than any person could be as two rounds were shot. Both of the men went down, stumbling as they took bullets to the kneecaps. "SORRY," the message flashed on Howard's side.
"Since you couldn't leave and tried to threaten a military officer, have fun crawling back to your hidey-hole," Red coldly replied, still not dropping her gun from them, in case they tried something. Her eyes were briefly drawn to the blood pooling on the knees of their pants, the red being both a beautiful and terrifying color.
"You fuckin' bitch! You cunt! You fucking shot me! Jesus Christ you fucking shot me!" Rifle whined, holding onto his leg in pain. "I hope you get infected, cunt! God, that fucking hurt!"
"SORRY," Howard flashed again, before running over the man on his way forwards, with Red following behind, keeping an eye on them in case they decided to pull their guns on her. A hatch on Howard's back opened, a small medical kit falling out onto the ground for the men.
After Red passed around a corner, she turned her radio on to talk to the rest of the team. While Javier had said something about radio silence, she assumed this only meant outgoing radio signals, since in-squad radio silence would hamstring their ability to do any actual military business beyond playing a game of Poker around a table, unless they wanted to just shout orders across the city at each other.
"Red here, the way forward should be clear. Two civilians were getting violent so I had to disable them, but Howard left them a medikit and they should be fine, over."
@The New Yorker, I thank you for going over my post and fixing my errors. As a GM, I know that I am supposed to follow the rules--like anyone else. As you may/may not know, English isn't my first language and I am not using it as a excuse. I am working on ways to improve my grammar over the summer break. Thursday will be my last day of school and I am doing finals until that day.
Which means that I will be able to overlook and improve my grammar this summer. That's one of my goals. Again, I thank you for doing this and I promise that It wouldn't happen again.
I'm sorry if I sound nitpicky, but since you said you're trying to improve, I figured I'd mention that in the last paragraph of this post here, you should use "look over" instead of "overlook," since "overlook" means to ignore something. (English is dumb like that)
Still, it's nice to see someone put an effort in and I appreciate that you're not getting mad about it! I've met a lot of people that don't have English as a first languge who get offended when you suggest they have grammar errors in their posts.
Anyway, I'm late on my own post so I should get working on that.
Side note, I'll try and have a post up sometime within the next 12 hours if I can, since it's been a while. Also, Beo's internet died again, I swear this RP is cursed.
Red rubbed her nose on the sleeves of her jacket, the cold making it run. She pulled the slide back on her handgun and confirmed that it was, indeed, still loaded - a process she had repeated at least 18 times while walking down the tunnel. If asked, she would have said it paid to be safe, but in reality it was just a mixture of boredom and minor anxiety that was making her nervous and a little on edge, and the familiarity of the routine calmed her down. Her rifle stayed slung around her back at the time; while it would have been perfectly serviceable in the subway tunnels, she simply preferred her handgun in areas like this, especially since her rifle didn't have a flashlight attached, as it would've weighted the end down and bothered Red to no end. Also, carrying her handgun was easier than the rifle.
Her ears started to feel the sting of a cold draft lazily breezing through the tunnels, even underneath her hat. Eventually, Javiar stopped the group and started to rebrief them on the situation. It wasn't anything she hadn't heard before; New York fell into the shitter and now they're going in alone to pull it back out of the shitter.
Once he had finished and started looking around, a sudden light appeared from within the subway car. Red, following protocol, levelled her handgun at the source of the light and flicked the safety off, but kept her finger off the trigger for now. A soldier appeared, one that looked as though she'd been here for a while already. She took a cue from everyone else lowering her guns and took her aim off the soldier as well, popping the magazine of her handgun out and making sure it was loaded for the 19th time.
The new soldier - whose name was Armond, if her uniform's nametag was to be believed - casually walked into the midst of the group as if she had always belonged, which confused Red. Were they supposed to meet a contact? She didn't quite remember from the original briefings; but then again, that might have been because she fell asleep while they were explaining the mission back at base camp.
"Howdy, y'all," the female soldier said in a noticeable accent, before proceeding to ask for some gum. Red, meanwhile, was still staring at the woman quizzically, confused by her presence, before eventually just shaking her head and heading up onto the subway platform, mostly ignoring the new arrival and expecting Javiar to brief her or something. Up until now, they had been upwind (well, updraft) of the platform, but upon getting closer to the tents she noticed an utterly rank smell emenating from within. Having known what a corpse smells like, she pulled her mask on quickly, breathing a deep breath of the stale but breathable recycled air, and opened the tent flaps; surely enough, inside this particular tent was a half-rotted corpse of a man, his clothes in tatters and his scraggly beard somehow managing to hang onto his partially decomposed face.
"We got a dead one. No wounds; looks like a plague victim," she said to no one in particular, her voice coming out ever-so-slightly garbled due to her mask. A cursory pat-down on the corpse showed he wasn't carrying anything on him, not even a wallet. Red mentally lamented the fact that the first thing she saw on the mission was a corpse - it certainly was an ominous omen she wasn't quite happy with.
I know it's a drawn anime-ish style but it's a more realistic sort than "giant eyes sugoi~."
Miranda is rather tall for women being at 5'10" and weighing 145 pounds even. She sports a slender, yet toned build, similar to ones marathon runners have. Her hair is naturally blonde, but she dyes it a light red color and grew it out a little which in most militaries would be a breach in protocol, but since she's a special ops soldier they really stopped caring what she did with her hair (before she was special ops she had the standard crew-cut blonde hair, however). Her eyes are normally brown as well, but she had her contact lenses specially modified to make them appear red.
Name Miranda Crosley
Age Thirty-one.
Gender Female
Call Sign "Red" after her hair and eyes.
Personnel Description Red's a very deadpan sort, prone to sarcasm and various other jokes, even in the midst of danger. She's no more or less emotional than anyone else, but she doesn't show it very much. Should she get angry, she mostly just fumes silently, with the occasionaly bitingly sarcastic comment; sad, and she just looks slightly down and aloof, staring off into the distance; happy, and she might let out a light chuckle or have a small grin. She's also easily surprised and a bit panicky when that happens, but she is very patient and has a tendency to underplay extreme situations (i.e. being under heavy suppressing fire is "slightly annoying," a habit she picked up from her British father who once said a helicopter pinning him down was "a bit of a bother"). Popping out from a corner and saying "boo!" will make her fly out of her boots, however. She also has a bit of an unhealthy obsession with the color red, for some reason.
Backstory Description Miranda was born in a middle-class neighborhood to a loving yet boringly normal mother and an ex-marine father. Her father was actually born in Britain and was hilariously over-the-top British, with an extraordinarily thick accent despite having been in the U.S. since he was 18 and serving in the marines for 12 years. It's a wonder Red never picked up his accent. She never did very well in school, nor did she have any interest in her studies, and it was with a minimal amount of effort that she managed to coast her way through with straight C's. However, she did love sports, and spent a lot of her time towards being the top track and cross country runner in the county, and still placing very high in the state-wide competitions.
As soon as she graduated high school and at the behest of her father, she enlisted into the Marines. She showed exceptional ability and discipline, and was eventually handpicked as an applicant for a special forces unit when she was 24, but failed to get in due to just barely losing in the physical part of the test to another applicant. She eventually got in four years later, after practicing her ass off, and from the special forces unit she was in was handpicked again to be the designated marksman/scout for The Division.
Role Designated Marksman/Scout.
Inventory She carries the standard set of equipment, including those fancy Contact Lens, Go-Bag (which I will assume carries the basic rations and stuff like bandages), Respirator, Smart Watch, Signal Flare, and a Computer. She also carries a pair of binoculars to help with scouting, extra ammunition for her weapons, and a utility knife (which is seperate from her combat knife). Notably, her respirator has been painted red, with white outlines. Weapons
Comes with a sling, telescopic sight, bipod, and 20-round 7.62x51mm NATO magazine. According to Wikipedia. (I am not a gun afficionado.)
Comes with red dot sight, flash suppressor, a tactical light, and a 30-round magazine chambered in .22 WMR. Blessed be Wikipedia.
Has a 12-inch blade and a bunch of other fluff that doesn't mean much because it's a knife and you stab things with it.
Talents Being the scout she is, she specializes in designated marksmenship (think shorter-range sniping, but still a longer range than an average soldier), recon, and stealth. She's an incredibly amazing shot at long-ranges, almost bordering on ridiculous, but panics a bit in CQC and tends to flub up close-range shots if shit hits the fan. That said, she's still a good shot with her pistol (and usually switches to that if entering an area that isn't condusive to long-range engagements, like inside a small building) and is passable in melee combat with her knife (Which is to say, the bare minimum amount of skill one can have being a highly-trained soldier, which is still respectable). She's also excellently stealthy and a surprisingly fast runner and very nimble.
Figured I might as well get a headstart on making my character now rather than later. Same character as last time, though rewritten from scratch off memory rather than copy-pasted (except the appearence picture) and with some differences (mostly with personality). She only had like, 2 posts last time and I'd love to use her.
Appearence
I know it's a drawn anime-ish style but it's a more realistic sort than "giant eyes sugoi~."
Miranda is rather tall for women being at 5'10" and weighing 145 pounds even. She sports a slender, yet toned build, similar to ones marathon runners have. Her hair is naturally blonde, but she dyes it a light red color and grew it out a little which in most militaries would be a breach in protocol, but since she's a special ops soldier they really stopped caring what she did with her hair (before she was special ops she had the standard crew-cut blonde hair, however). Her eyes are normally brown as well, but she had her contact lenses specially modified to make them appear red.
Name Miranda Crosley
Age Thirty-one.
Gender Female
Call Sign "Red" after her hair and eyes.
Personnel Description Red's a very deadpan sort, prone to sarcasm and various other jokes, even in the midst of danger. She's no more or less emotional than anyone else, but she doesn't show it very much. Should she get angry, she mostly just fumes silently, with the occasionaly bitingly sarcastic comment; sad, and she just looks slightly down and aloof, staring off into the distance; happy, and she might let out a light chuckle or have a small grin. She's also easily surprised and a bit panicky when that happens, but she is very patient and has a tendency to underplay extreme situations (i.e. being under heavy suppressing fire is "slightly annoying," a habit she picked up from her British father who once said a helicopter pinning him down was "a bit of a bother"). Popping out from a corner and saying "boo!" will make her fly out of her boots, however. She also has a bit of an unhealthy obsession with the color red, for some reason.
Backstory Description Miranda was born in a middle-class neighborhood to a loving yet boringly normal mother and an ex-marine father. Her father was actually born in Britain and was hilariously over-the-top British, with an extraordinarily thick accent despite having been in the U.S. since he was 18 and serving in the marines for 12 years. It's a wonder Red never picked up his accent. She never did very well in school, nor did she have any interest in her studies, and it was with a minimal amount of effort that she managed to coast her way through with straight C's. However, she did love sports, and spent a lot of her time towards being the top track and cross country runner in the county, and still placing very high in the state-wide competitions.
As soon as she graduated high school and at the behest of her father, she enlisted into the Marines. She showed exceptional ability and discipline, and was eventually handpicked as an applicant for a special forces unit when she was 24, but failed to get in due to just barely losing in the physical part of the test to another applicant. She eventually got in four years later, after practicing her ass off, and from the special forces unit she was in was handpicked again to be the designated marksman/scout for The Division.
Role Designated Marksman/Scout.
Inventory She carries the standard set of equipment, including those fancy Contact Lens, Go-Bag (which I will assume carries the basic rations and stuff like bandages), Respirator, Smart Watch, Signal Flare, and a Computer. She also carries a pair of binoculars to help with scouting, extra ammunition for her weapons, and a utility knife (which is seperate from her combat knife). Notably, her respirator has been painted red, with white outlines. Weapons
Comes with a sling, telescopic sight, bipod, and 20-round 7.62x51mm NATO magazine. According to Wikipedia. (I am not a gun afficionado.)
Comes with red dot sight, flash suppressor, a tactical light, and a 30-round magazine chambered in .22 WMR. Blessed be Wikipedia.
Has a 12-inch blade and a bunch of other fluff that doesn't mean much because it's a knife and you stab things with it.
Talents Being the scout she is, she specializes in designated marksmenship (think shorter-range sniping, but still a longer range than an average soldier), recon, and stealth. She's an incredibly amazing shot at long-ranges, almost bordering on ridiculous, but panics a bit in CQC and tends to flub up close-range shots if shit hits the fan. That said, she's still a good shot with her pistol (and usually switches to that if entering an area that isn't condusive to long-range engagements, like inside a small building) and is passable in melee combat with her knife (Which is to say, the bare minimum amount of skill one can have being a highly-trained soldier, which is still respectable). She's also excellently stealthy and a surprisingly fast runner and very nimble.
Just some kid in an adult's body. Usually plays females despite being male. Gender identity issues, [i]HO![/i]
Note: Doesn't actually have gender identity issues.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Just some kid in an adult's body. Usually plays females despite being male. Gender identity issues, <span class="bb-i">HO!</span><br><br>Note: Doesn't actually have gender identity issues.</div>
